A Prom to Remember
Id like to share with you one of the many events in my life that will always keep me humble. There is no way to possess conceit once youve taken your brother to prom.
After dating throughout high school, my boyfriend decided that we needed to see other people during senior year. He made this decision a month before Junior/ Senior prom. For the first time since freshman year, I had to find a date- and fast. In a fit of necessity and desperation, I began searching for any male I could find. I would ask them to go as long as they appeared to be either a) a non-rapist or b) small enough to take down should they try anything funny. I began my quest at the fast food restaurant where I worked; I will not mention its name, but it had a big smiling star instead of golden arches. As cute as I was in my khakis, orange polo and visor; there were no takers. Hard to believe considering that I wore a headset mic way before Brittany Spears made it fashionable.
Next target: my brothers friends. My lack of knowledge in the judicial system kept me from taking into account that I was potential jail bait and I chose to overlook the fact that many were married. Mere details- I needed a date! With less than a month to go, I started considering that maybe I could handle a rapist after all, if they just rented a tux, I was in. In a last ditch effort, I went to my fellow Scholars Bowl and Science Club members and finally found a date.
Then, it was a matter of buying a ticket, a dress and a hairstyle- or so I thought. With less than two weeks before the big night, my date changed his mind. I have no idea why, just as I have no idea why I never considered going to prom alone. My hunt reached a feverish pitch. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Desperate measures led me to take advice from my mother (which has never gone very well). The solution became- take your brother as your date.
My brother was 24 and had not lived with me in ten years, so not even my friends would know he was my brother. I could give him a different last name and the identical hair color and square jaw would be a small coincidence. A tux was rented, a corsage and ticket were bought and it was golden (plated).
My date arrived in his tux complete with a flask of vodka in the breast pocket. He rode shotgun in my Chevy Blazer, and off we went. Everything was going smoothly until the vodka kicked in and my brother began dancing with all of my friends. When one asked, Are you sure this wont make your girlfriend mad? He replied, Thats not my girlfriend, thats my sister. Score!!!
This little conversation didnt top the moment when my brother presented a check and order form that Mom had given for us to get pictures made.
Good news, I had a date and didnt get raped. Bad news, well you read the story.
Id like to share with you one of the many events in my life that will always keep me humble. There is no way to possess conceit once youve taken your brother to prom.
After dating throughout high school, my boyfriend decided that we needed to see other people during senior year. He made this decision a month before Junior/ Senior prom. For the first time since freshman year, I had to find a date- and fast. In a fit of necessity and desperation, I began searching for any male I could find. I would ask them to go as long as they appeared to be either a) a non-rapist or b) small enough to take down should they try anything funny. I began my quest at the fast food restaurant where I worked; I will not mention its name, but it had a big smiling star instead of golden arches. As cute as I was in my khakis, orange polo and visor; there were no takers. Hard to believe considering that I wore a headset mic way before Brittany Spears made it fashionable.
Next target: my brothers friends. My lack of knowledge in the judicial system kept me from taking into account that I was potential jail bait and I chose to overlook the fact that many were married. Mere details- I needed a date! With less than a month to go, I started considering that maybe I could handle a rapist after all, if they just rented a tux, I was in. In a last ditch effort, I went to my fellow Scholars Bowl and Science Club members and finally found a date.
Then, it was a matter of buying a ticket, a dress and a hairstyle- or so I thought. With less than two weeks before the big night, my date changed his mind. I have no idea why, just as I have no idea why I never considered going to prom alone. My hunt reached a feverish pitch. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Desperate measures led me to take advice from my mother (which has never gone very well). The solution became- take your brother as your date.
My brother was 24 and had not lived with me in ten years, so not even my friends would know he was my brother. I could give him a different last name and the identical hair color and square jaw would be a small coincidence. A tux was rented, a corsage and ticket were bought and it was golden (plated).
My date arrived in his tux complete with a flask of vodka in the breast pocket. He rode shotgun in my Chevy Blazer, and off we went. Everything was going smoothly until the vodka kicked in and my brother began dancing with all of my friends. When one asked, Are you sure this wont make your girlfriend mad? He replied, Thats not my girlfriend, thats my sister. Score!!!
This little conversation didnt top the moment when my brother presented a check and order form that Mom had given for us to get pictures made.
Good news, I had a date and didnt get raped. Bad news, well you read the story.
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Great story, thanks for sharing it. Life is never quite as easy as we'd like and more often than not we need to improvise. 